Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.